CNCO English Imagines

Stars (c.v)

     I lay on the floor of my bedroom, curled into a ball against the door as I cried to myself. No matter how hard I try, how hard I strive, to be what each of his fans want, I could not seem to make the cut. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was better off without me.
 

   Suddenly there was banging on the door. "Y/N? Please open the door, I know you're in there," Chris pleaded. "Please, tell me what is going on,"
    

"Go away, Christopher. You should just leave me. I'm no good to you," My words shook as I said them, not wanting him to leave but also wishing with all my heart he would prove me right.
    

"Y/N, open this damn door. I'm not leaving until you open it and tell me what's wrong! Richard called and said you were on your phone, until you suddenly jumped up and ran in here. Tell me what's wrong, please, baby," He pleaded.

     I lay in silence for a moment before slowly lifting myself off the floor and unlocking the door, heading for the bed. Upon hearing the door unlock, Chris barged in just as I threw myself on the bed.

     "What is going on? Y/N, What Happened? Did someone get hurt? Is your family okay?" He stopped for a moment and looked at me. "Princesa, are you okay? Please talk to me, you are scaring me,"

     I felt the bed dip down and Chris's hand slowly roll me over until he could see my face, and then he carefully lay down beside me. Just looking at his beautiful face made the tears start to flow again. "I'm never going to be good enough for you," I whispered.

      Wiping the tears from my face, Christopher studied me with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you talking about, baby? Where is this coming from?"

     I shook my head. "Everything and Everywhere. Your fans are right, Christopher. You are way to good for me! I can't do anything well, I'm not one of those thin, perfect girls who chase you, hell, I cant even speak Spanish! Why are you with me, Chris?" As I said this, the tears fell harder. 

     Christopher stared at me for a second before sitting up and running his hands over his face, shoulders slumped. Slowly, he stood up and paced back and forth in front of the bed, before he stopped abruptly.

     And kissed me.

     He speed walked back to the bed and bent down, grabbing my face and pulling my lips to his. Pulling away, he peppered my face with small kisses, trailing them from my forehead, to my nose, to my chin.

     "Baby, you are amazing. You hear me? Amazing. Beautiful, special, unique. I love my fans. They have given me everything; they have supported my dreams. But they do not know you. they don't know you like I do. You and me? We are stars, mi amor. We will shine brighter than all of that hate. As long as I have you, I am untouchable. I love you, Y/N, and nothing will ever change that. Do you understand me?"

     Nodding, I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and saw their truth. I saw the love he held for me, and the love I had for him, mirrored back. The tears started to fall again, but this time they weren't sad tears. I was happy, and so grateful, that for some reason this amazing man had been put into my life.

     As we lay there, holding each other, I knew the truth: He was right; we are stars, and we will burn bright.

     Hey guys! I know this is kind of a heavy topic to lead with, but I also feel it is an extremely important topic that has to be addressed. Whether you date a celebrity or anyone else, I know girls can feel like they aren't worth anything compared to other girls. You all are amazing and beautiful, and deserve the world <3

-Paige